In case you’re wondering … yes, I take Hydrocodone, and I’ve been taking it for years. I’m probably a one-woman opioid epidemic by now, although Hydrocodone is the only prescription painkiller that really works for me. Everything else triggers migraines and puking … two experiences I try to avoid at all costs whenever possible.
For several months earlier this year the hospice M.D. discontinued my Hydrocodone and prescribed two kinds of Morphine at the same time — extended-release tablets three times a day plus a liquid booster for severe “breakthrough” pain — but Morphine just didn’t work. I never noticed much pain relief from the tablets, and the liquid was so strong I thought the top of my head would explode. So I asked (begged, actually) the doctor to please stop all the Morphine and bring back my Hydrocodone.
I’ll never understand why he changed all this in the first place. Jesus.
I want to publish this post and move on to my next one. I’m definitely a weirdo.
I wonder if anybody remembered to hang a few Christmas lights on the Alamo. Thank you for reading this.
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